Slow Times 2

Suppose you had an interview
With President Eisenhower tomorrow morning?
You'd get up and say, "Well, I don't feel like
Seeing the President this morning"
Or suppose you were going to be presented to the Queen?
"Well, I don't feel like it this morning"
No, you'd be there
You'd be dressed in your best
You go and present yourself to the Queen
While everyday, God, the king of kings
And lord of lords is waiting
He has given you an audience at any time of the day
And you fail to keep your appointment

I've been going through the slow times
But in my mind, I be feeling like a gold mine
A diamond in the rough that can write a dope rhyme
A man holding onto hope like there's no time
But regardless, when I'm feeling down, I keep my head up
I'm looking on the bright side, right beneath the weather
And in the midst of all the rain, I'm strapping the umbrella
And blocking all the noise keeping me from being set up
From going down the wrong path, thankfully I didn't
I thought my life was over 'til I had another vision
That it was far from the case, that it was just beginning
And I see a brighter future and my history rewritten
Now I'm on my own, tryna' start over
Tryna' find my peace of mind and find closure
I'm inching towards it everyday, that's all I can say
'til my future comes into place; 'til my fuckin' mind's older

Slow times, the shit don't go by
Now I've gotta get going, I gotta plan out
Slow times, the shit don't go by
'Fore I hit rock bottom all on the sand now
Slow times, the shit don't go by
Now I've gotta get going, I gotta plan out
Slow times, the shit don't go by
'Fore I hit rock bottom all on the sand now

When I'm near the abyss, I conceive the light
And it's peering deep and bright into my eyesight
Every beam starts to hypnotize what I feel inside
It's beaming so bright like it never shined
Lately, I've been seeing visions of a better life
While I'm deep in my death but then I rise
I'm digging out my grave like I'm fighting for my time
Knowing that my second chance at life will be the prize
Got these leaches tearing away at my flesh
The whole weight of the dirt is taking all I got left
At my every breath, so you motherfuckers
Better be listening to the set
'Cause at the end, the weak will be put out to rest
I can still feel the anguish in my fuckin' chest
Yet I still choose to lay the AK on the desk
And now that I realize, I never wanted death

Slow times, the shit don't go by
Now I've gotta get going, I gotta plan out
Slow times, the shit don't go by
'Fore I hit rock bottom all on the sand now
Slow times, the shit don't go by
Now I've gotta get going, I gotta plan out
Slow times, the shit don't go by
'Fore I hit rock bottom all on the sand now

Slow times, the shit don't go by
Slow times, the shit don't go by
Slow times, the shit don't go by
Slow times, the shit don't go by